No Game Whatsoever

Store this one under "I have no skills when it comes to dudes"...

So one of the places I love to go in Salem is the Gulu Gulu Cafe. There are many reasons why I love this place, and as I like making lists, here they are:

--I can walk there.
--They have a wall of imported beers.
--There are no tvs, so I can sit and read or knit and not have to listen to a game or Keno.
--Comfy chairs.
--Board games.
--I can get a huge flavored latte for $3
And perhaps most important...
--The male waitstaff is insanely attractive in that hipster sort of way.

So, as you can see, there are many reasons why I like going here. Prior plans for my Sunday were nixed, so I decided to take a nice walk downtown and see the sites, then treat myself with a Gulu Gulu latte at the end of the walk. Exercise shot to hell by coffee and dairy products.

Well I picked the right time, since four very attractive dudes were working there today. I sat at the bar and ordered my latte and a bagel and read for awhile and watched people work. A very nice hour.

I noticed that one of the guys working had a really neat movie reel-themed sleeve tattoo. And he was quite cute. So between sips, I spent a lot of time staring at his tattoo and thinking "wow he's cute".

Now something you should know, if you don't know me personally, is that I can't get it done to save my life, I'm extremely awkward around members of the opposite sex, and I have no game whatsoever. This might be why I am one of the only single ones in my collective group of friends, now that I think about it.

Anyways, it came to the end of my visit to Gulu Gulu and I had my receipt and was writing the tip out, when I was overcome with a moment of flirting and boldness that leads to nothing. I was signing my receipt and adding the tip when I decided to leave a little note for the tattooed waitor. A "crush note", if you will. So I signed and then underneath I wrote "I really like your sleeve tattoo!" below it... and then wussed out and essentially RAN from the cafe. Because I thought "oh crap, what if it gets awkward?" so I fled.

Yep, no one should be surprised that I am constantly awkward and single when I try to flirt and then run from it...